Dark Saviour
Chapter 5 - Good Morning Sunshine
A/N: Just so that you all don't get confused, when I mention the name Chris, I'm talking about Benoit. That's why I will rarely (I won't say never just in case) use Jericho's first name unless in speech. Yeah, just one of those side notes.
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Sunlight streamed through the window and fell across Edge's face, disturbing the pleasant dream he had been having. Edge draped an arm over his forehead as he slowly blinked his eyes against the bright light. He squinted at the strange ceiling above him, trying to motivate his brain into functioning properly.
What the hell? Where the hell am I? Edge blinked again as he slowly began to scan the room. His head yelled at him when he tried to sit up, his temples pounding at the movement. Edge lay back down and closed his eyes against the pain.
Damn. I must have had a hell of a lot to drink last night, Edge thought bitterly as he took a deep breath to steady the pounding in his skull. Slowly he opened his eyes again and took a quick glance around the room. As his eyes closed again due to the bright light of the sun, Edge remembered where he was. I guess I never left Jeff's place. Damn. I can't party like I used too.
Satisfied that he hadn't completely lost his mind, Edge brought his arms over his head in a big stretch. As his arms came back down, he felt his skin brush against the bare flesh beside him.
What the hell? Edge thought as he slowly turned his head to the right, only to come face to face with the sleeping Hunter next to him.
"Shit!" Edge cursed as he scrambled back and fell out of the bed to land hard on the floor, his head pounding even harder.
Hunter jumped at the sudden noise and turned toward the source of the commotion. His brow furrowed when he saw Edge sitting on the floor. "What are you doing here?"
"Uh," Edge looked around awkwardly. "Better question, what are you doing here at Jeff's house?"
Hunter frowned, looking at the room they occupied. "We're at Jeff's?"
"I don't remember leaving last night," Edge said. "The only logical thing is that we both stayed at Jeff's."
"I don't remember leaving either. I remember going to a room, looking for my coat and then you came in," Hunter paused, bringing a finger to his lips as he thought about it, "Then we uh . . ."
"Oh, uh . . ." Edge stammered, running his fingers through his hair as he saw the aftermath from last night. "Um . . . well."
"We had fun," Hunter said, unable to think of anything else.
"Um . . . hope, uh, hope we didn't bother Jeff?" Edge said, not sure what else to say in this situation.
"I'm sure if we did, we would know it by now."
Edge didn't respond as he continued to look around from his spot on the floor. Finally, he worked up the courage to look up at Hunter again. "So, what do we do now?"
"I have no idea," Hunter replied truthfully. "Um . . . breakfast?"
"Sounds good," Edge nodded, hoping food would help to alleviate his headache. As he went to get up, Edge realized that he was still naked. "Um . . . do you see my pants anywhere?"
Hunter laughed. "Most likely hiding with mine."
"Oh," Edge leaned over to look under the bed, wincing a little as his head protested the movement. "There they are. I think."
Hunter leaned over the edge of the bed to look under it as well. "Yeah, there they are. How did they get down there?" he mused.
"I don't know and I don't think I ever want to know."
They both laughed as Hunter threw Edge's pants over to him. Quickly putting their clothes on, Hunter and Edge tidied up the room as best as they could, trying to hide at least some of what had transpired the night before. After they were satisfied and Edge's head no longer was threatening to kill him, they made their way downstairs and into the kitchen.
"Did you guys have fun last night?"
Both men whipped around to see Shawn sitting at the bar table, eating scrambled eggs with bacon. Looking up, he saw that the two new comers were still standing in the doorway.
"What? Cat got your tongue?"
Hunter shook his head. "No, just startled that you're still here, that's all."
"Just because Mark left early, didn't mean that Rey and I had to," Shawn shrugged.
"Wait? Rey's here too?" Edge asked.
"Yeah," Shawn said, looking up at Edge quizzically. "Why wouldn't he be?"
"Oh, uh, no reason. I was just uh . . ."
"Following in Jericho's shoes and asking stupid questions," Hunter finished.
"Hey, there is no such thing as a stupid question, only stupid answers," Edge said in his defense.
"Well, in this case there is an exception to that rule. It was a stupid question seeing as the answer was a no brainer," Hunter retorted, shaking his head and then suddenly wishing he hadn't as his head throbbed in protest.
"Wow, up only a few minutes and there are already problems in paradise," Shawn smiled at the two men. "Oh well, just means that now you get to kiss and make-up."
"What?" they asked in unison.
"You can't be telling me you don't understand the concept of kiss and make-up? I mean it's not that hard of a concept to understand."
Hunter and Edge shook their heads. "We know what it means. We just don't know why you are telling us to go kiss and make-up," Hunter said simply.
"I guess you guys are too quick for that. You'd probably go straight to the make-up sex," Shawn snorted as he shook his head. "But then again, you two never did like to wait for things."
"Wait a second! Make-up sex? Why would we do that?" Hunter stammered, flabbergasted by Shawn's thinking.
"Well, you two are together, aren't you? Or are you just fuck buddies?" Shawn asked.
"What?" Hunter shook his head, trying hard not to blush. "I . . . we don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh, so it wasn't you guys making out in the room next to ours all night?" Rey asked, walking between Edge and Hunter so that he could get into the kitchen. "I could have sworn that I only knew one Hunter and one Adam, but I guess I was wrong."
"Um, uh . . ." Edge stammered, looking between Shawn and Rey. "We uh . . ."
"Adam, don't say anything okay. You only make things worse," Hunter said, looking at Edge.
"I do not," Edge retorted defensively.
"Isn't that cute?" Shawn smiled. "Their first fight."
"Shawn, be nice," Rey chided.
Shawn pouted. "I behaved all last night. Can't I get a break and bug Hunter?"
"Leave them alone," Rey replied as he put a hand on Shawn's shoulder. "It's none of your business."
"Fine," Shawn smiled evilly. "Then they can leave me alone when I do mine," he said as he grabbed Rey and gave him a big, passionate, kiss.
"I think I just lost my appetite," Hunter said, scratching his head.
"Aw, is Hunter still disturbed about me being with Rey even though he's with Adam?" Shawn pouted playfully as he let go of Rey.
"I'm not with him," Hunter and Edge said quickly, backing away from each other.
"Sure you're not," Rey rolled his eyes as he walked away from the group to head back to the stove.
"We're not," Edge said simply, shrugging his shoulders.
"What did I say about talking?" Hunter said, turning to look at Edge. Edge's response was to stick his tongue out at Hunter.
"Hunter, Hunter, Hunter," Shawn said, shaking his head. "You've got to be nicer to Adam. I mean, you don't want to have an abusive relationship, do you?"
"What relationship? There's no relationship!" Hunter snapped, storming out of the room, as his cheeks began to turn red. Edge watched him leave, not sure what he should do.
"Don't worry," Rey said, putting a hand on Edge's shoulder. "He's just a stubborn little boy. He'll come around."
"Come around? Why do I need him to come around?" Edge asked, confused.
"Like Rey said, he'll come around. Hunter is just being stubborn. Be patient with him," Shawn smiled up at Edge.
Edge only shook his head, before leaving the room as well. He hoped he would be able to find Hunter and apologize to him for everything that had happened up to this point in the day.
"Well, that was awkward," Rey said, bringing his plate over to the table after Edge and Hunter left.
"I didn't think it was," Shawn shrugged.
"Considering how Hunter keeps acting toward us showing affection?"
"He just doesn't care for the affectionate stuff. He's one of those, 'don't care what you do, or who you do it with, just not in front of me' types."
"Ah, I see," Rey nodded. "Although I will admit, he always seemed to follow the other road."
Shawn shrugged. "Hey, most people think that Mark is straight. Hell, the general public still thinks we're married to our wives."
"True," Rey smiled. "Guess everybody's got a secret."
"Ooh," Shawn smirked as he looked up at Rey. "What's your secret?"
"I'm not telling you," Rey smiled as he looked up at Shawn. "Though I will admit that I'm grateful for one thing."
"And what is that?"
Rey looked at Shawn, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "That I got to you first."
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Jericho lay awake for some time, trying to rationalize what had happened the night before. He knew that he shouldn't have acted like he did, but he couldn't help himself. No matter how hard he tried to be rational, it didn't stop him from having a lump of guilt grow in his stomach.
He didn't say no . . .
But still something nagged at the back of his mind. As he continued to lie there, he found that his mind couldn't focus on the source of his guilt. When he seemed close to seeing it, it would float away from him.
Like that stupid black floater in the corner of my eye . . .
It also didn't help that his mind continuously got sidetracked as it focused on the sound of Jeff's breathing. Looking over, his eyes skimmed over Jeff's features, stopping to watch his chest raise and fall with every breath. Jericho winced a little when he saw the little red mark on Jeff's chest from where he had accidentally hurt him when he had been pinning Jeff down.
I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that to you.
Jeff stirred slightly, as if sensing Jericho's thoughts, but merely shifted to his side, not waking up. Unfortunately, Jeff's new position gave Jericho a full view of the damage he had done and that did absolutely nothing to ebb his growing guilt. Jericho continued to watch him, trying to figure out what to call the night before. Lust . . . love . . . unforgettable . . . a mistake?
The best night I've had since . . . well . . .
He couldn't remember, which meant it had to have been quite a few years at least. He ran one hand through Jeff's hair before lightly tracing Jeff's face with his thumb. Jericho didn't know what would happen next. He didn't know if he was ready for yet another relationship, another boyfriend. But he did know that he couldn't keep Jeff as merely a lover or a fuck buddy either.
I couldn't do that to him. I'm sure he's been through enough without being dragged on a leash, waiting for me to make up my mind.
As Jericho's mind drifted off, he didn't notice when a pair of hazel green eyes opened up to stare up at him. When his blue eyes finally refocused, he jumped slightly, causing Jeff to laugh.
"Did I scare you?"
Jericho shook his head. "No, I'm just surprised to see that you're awake. How long have you been up?"
"Only a couple of minutes," Jeff answered, blinking slowly, his eyes still feeling heavy. "What about you?"
"Couple hours, I think."
"A couple of hours?" Jeff said in shock. "And you're still here? Why?"
"Would you have liked it better if I had left?" Jericho asked, slightly confused and a bit hurt.
"No, I meant that, if you've been up for a couple of hours, I'm surprised you didn't go down for breakfast or something," Jeff explained as he stretched a little.
"Oh," Jericho said, trying to hide a blush. "I thought you meant that . . ."
"I know what you thought," Jeff interrupted, scratching his chest. "You thought that I'd be ashamed of what we did last night and that I'd want you to be gone so there would be no evidence of it, right?"
Jericho nodded, not meeting Jeff's gaze. He felt bad for thinking it, but he knew that he would be a little ashamed if their rolls had been reversed. He knew how hard it was to be the rebound. It couldn't be easy for Jeff.
"Don't worry about it, okay. No need for a commitment," Jeff smiled as he sat up.
"What?" Jericho asked, his mind had wondered again as he watched Jeff's movements.
"I said that you don't have to worry about me chasing you for a commitment," he shrugged. "I know that this was, well, I guess technically pity sex."
"No, it wasn't that," Jericho paused.
"Don't fret," Jeff said, taking Jericho's hand in his. "Just as long as you don't go around saying that this was a mistake, I'll be fine. My ego will remain un-bruised," he smiled.
Jericho nodded, smiling a little. "It was definitely not a mistake. It was way too good to be a mistake."
"Good, then there is nothing to worry about."
"Well," Jericho looked up at Jeff. "There is the little thing of . . . what do we do now?"
Jeff smiled. "That's the easy part. We go down for breakfast and act like we do any other day."
"But . . ."
"What did I say? There is no need for commitment. So, until you're ready for something bigger, we can just be fuck buddies. There's no rush."
Jericho shook his head. "I don't know if I could do that to you though."
Jeff shrugged. "Then, this could be a one time thing, we shake hands and move on."
Jericho folded his hands in his lap, still not meeting Jeff's gaze. "I don't know if I can do that either."
"But you're not ready to have a serious relationship."
Jericho shook his head. "No."
"Well, then, I'm stuck. I don't know what you want. I've gone through everything I can think of," Jeff looked over at Jericho. "It's up to you."
"I know," Jericho sighed. "It's just so . . ."
"Difficult?" Jeff finished.
Jericho nodded.
"Then don't make it difficult. We'll keep this to ourselves for the time being," Jericho went to interrupt, but Jeff cut him off with a wave of his hand. "Let me finish. We can keep this to ourselves and keep each other company when we need it. I don't mean just sexually, but talking to each other as well. We'll be friends," Jeff paused, thinking. "With benefits."
Jericho didn't answer right away. His mind processed everything that Jeff had told him. "I guess . . . I guess that will work."
"It's up to you."
"I know, I know. I just . . . don't know what to do."
Jeff nodded, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. "Like I said before, you decide. I won't push you to do anything. Hell, I don't even know if I'm ready for a serious relationship. Matt still thinks I'm with what's her name."
"You mean, you haven't told Matt yet?" Jericho asked in surprise. "I thought that you two told each other everything."
"Hell no," Jeff laughed, shaking his head. "I mean, I'm sure he suspects something, but I never tell him everything that's going on. Some things are best kept to one's self."
Jericho smiled, nodding in agreement. "That's true."
"Of course it is. Now lets go get something to eat. I'm starving," Jeff smiled, grabbing his clothes from the floor.
Jericho laughed as he too got up to get dressed. "So, what's for breakfast?"
"Whatever you can get your hands on," Jeff responded as he headed toward the door.
"Wow, you got dressed quickly."
"Hey, when I'm hungry, I'm hungry and nothing will stop me from getting to food quickly," Jeff smirked, looking over his shoulder at Jericho.
"Guess you should always go into a match hungry then. You'd never lose," Jericho laughed.
"No, I'd still lose sometimes. There are only so many times you're allowed to win with these storylines. If I'm supposed to lose, then I lose or Vince will have my head."
"You're right. I forgot about Vince," Jericho shook his head.
"That's okay, everyone tends to forget about him sometimes," Jeff shrugged. "Why do you think so many people change the storylines every once in awhile?"
"Because of circumstances?"
"Well, that," Jeff agreed. "But when we get new idea's for a storyline, to make it better, some people change it so that they can work the new angle."
"Right, forgot about that too."
Jeff smiled as Jericho joined him by the door, fully dressed. "Can we go eat now?"
Jericho laughed. "You're as bad as Shawn."
"Is that a bad thing?" Jeff pouted.
"No, not necessarily."
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Shawn and Rey were cleaning up the dishes when Jeff and Jericho walked into the kitchen. Both men looked up at the new comers.
"And here comes the other couple," Shawn smiled, grabbing a towel to dry his hands; he had been washing the dishes while Rey dried.
"Uh," Jericho looked over at Jeff, unsure of what to say to that.
"What do you mean 'other couple'?" Jeff asked, not paying attention to the look Jericho was giving him.
"Oh, well, you'll never believe this but . . ." Shawn started.
"Shawn," Rey interrupted. "That's not for us to tell. Besides, we don't even know if they are officially together yet," he pointed out.
"True, but you know him. He'll never admit to anything even if he is sucking Adam's . . ."
"Shawn!" Rey yelled.
"What?" Shawn looked at Rey, not realizing why the smaller man had stopped him.
"You can't go around saying things like that," Rey scolded.
"Like what? Like sucking his . . ."
"Yes!" Rey yelled, interrupting Shawn once again. "Things like that!"
"But why?" Shawn asked, pouting slightly. "It's true."
"Um . . . I think we had better go," Jericho whispered to Jeff.
"Yeah, maybe, although this argument is kind of interesting," Jeff mused, looking at both Shawn and Rey, his head tilted slightly.
"You find this amusing?" Jericho asked his brow furrowed.
"Well, yeah, don't you?" Jeff looked over at Jericho.
Before Jericho could respond, he realized that the room had gone very quiet. Looking toward where Rey and Shawn were standing, he saw that they had big smiles on their faces.
"What?" Jericho asked.
"Nothing," Shawn smiled.
"I don't think so. You guys are smiling at something."
"You two," Rey answered.
"What about us?" Jeff asked, confused.
"You two make such a cute couple. I don't know why you two never hooked up before," Shawn explained, going back to the dishes.
"We're not a couple," Jeff replied.
"Sure you're not and Hunter and Adam didn't have a party of their own last night," Shawn shook his head. "You can't hide a thing like that from us."
"We're not a couple," Jeff repeated. "Wait? Hunter and Adam?"
"Yeah, those two were having lots of fun last night. Didn't you hear them?" Shawn asked.
Both Jericho and Jeff shook their heads. "No."
"Yeah, I guess you wouldn't have. You two were probably to busy having such a good time yourselves last night that you wouldn't have heard a single thing," Shawn shook his head.
"Shawn, will you leave those two alone," Rey sighed.
"What?" Shawn asked innocently. "I don't know what's so wrong about talking about this?"
Rey shook his head. "Did it ever occur to you that they might be straight?"
"No," Shawn said quickly, smiling. "I mean, it's Jeff."
"Told you," Jeff muttered to Jericho.
"Okay, okay. So, some guys already knew about you," Jericho conceded defeat on the matter.
"Knew what?" Shawn asked, not catching Jeff's earlier muttered words.
"Knew that he was gay," Jericho answered, not thinking.
"Ha, I was right!" Shawn shouted, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "I told you, Rey. I told you."
"Yeah, yeah, you told me."
"So, you didn't know?" Jericho asked.
"Oh, I had my suspicions," Shawn smiled. "This is so cute. Y2J with the Rainbow Haired Warrior."
"We're not together," Jeff said for the third time.
"But . . ." Shawn began.
"No buts," Jericho said. "We're not together."
"But," Shawn paused, making sure he wouldn't be interrupted. When no one made a sound, he continued, "But weren't you two sleeping together last night?"
"Shawn! That's none of your business!" Rey exclaimed.
"Why not?" Shawn whined.
"Because that's personal," Rey explained. "You don't go prying into other people's personal lives."
"Oh," Shawn said, looking deflated. "I was only curious."
"We did sleep together," Jericho said before Rey could scold Shawn anymore. "But we're not together."
Rey, Shawn and even Jeff looked at Jericho in surprise. None had expected him to come out so bluntly.
"What?" Jericho shrugged. "It's the truth."
"I know, I just didn't realize you'd go tell everybody," Jeff said. "What happened to keeping it between us?"
"You're not ashamed, are you?" Shawn asked.
"No, I uh . . ." Jeff stuttered.
"They basically knew already. So I don't know what the big deal is," Jericho shrugged.
"It's not a big deal," Jeff replied. "Like I said, I just wasn't expecting you to say anything so . . . bluntly."
"Oh," Jericho looked at Jeff.
"So, you're not ashamed?" Shawn asked.
"No, I'm not," Jeff answered.
"But you're still not going to be a couple?"
"Shawn!" Rey said.
"It's okay, Rey. Shawn can ask anything he wants," Jericho smiled. "And, no, we're not going to be a couple. At least, not yet anyway."
"Why not?" Rey asked, getting weird looks from the other three. "What? Shawn can ask questions, but I can't?"
Jeff shook his head, smiling. "Because we've both agreed that we're not ready for that kind of thing yet."
"How could you not be ready?" Shawn asked his head tilted slightly. "You did just sleep together."
"I just broke up with John and . . ." Jericho began.
"Wait a second," Shawn waved his hands to get Jericho to be silent. "You only just broke up with that loser?" he said, shocked by this revelation.
"Well . . . yeah."
"I thought you had dumped that loser years ago," Shawn shook his head. "No wonder you've looked so miserable the past couple of weeks. You were still banging that bastard."
"Shawn, please, calm down," Rey pleaded. "And watch that language."
"What? Bastard's not a bad word," Shawn said innocently.
"No, but I don't think John deserves to be called that. Bitch on the other hand . . ."
"Would be an offense to female dogs," Jeff interrupted.
Shawn and Rey looked at Jeff. "Why would you say that?" Shawn asked finally.
"Because bitch is technically what a female dog is called. Trust me, Jericho and I went over this earlier. Can't use ass either, offensive to donkeys," Jeff explained.
"Makes sense," Rey nodded.
"So, then what do we call him?" Shawn wondered aloud.
"A mistake," Jeff said.
"A nasty little bump in the road," Shawn smiled.
"No, I got one better, a pothole. Nobody likes potholes," Jericho laughed.
All four of them burst into laughter. Rey was leaning on Shawn to keep his balance, while Shawn held onto the counter to support both of them. Jeff and Jericho were leaning on each other for support.
"Well, I think that name works," Shawn managed finally, catching his breath and wiping away a tear. "It will definitely be easy to make fun of him now."
"Like Ken Kennedy?" Rey asked.
"Yeah, like him," Shawn nodded. "Although at least he's a good guy about it."
"Uh oh," Jeff smiled. "Looks like you have some competition there, Rey."
"No way. Rey knows he's the only guy for me," Shawn said, taking Rey into his arms. "And I'm the only guy for you, right?"
"Hmm, let me think about that one," Rey smirked.
"Hey," Shawn pouted.
"What?" Rey asked, acting innocent. "What did I do?"
Shawn sniffed. "You don't love me," he pouted as he began to walk over to where Jeff and Jericho were standing, head hanging. "Maybe I should find somebody new to spend my time with."
"Shawn," Rey chided.
"Maybe Jericho would be a good candidate," Shawn said as he put an arm around Jericho's waist.
Jericho raised an eyebrow at Shawn. "Or not," Shawn said, backing away. "Maybe Jeff then."
"Oh, thanks. I'm only the second choice? That makes me feel oh so warm and fuzzy," Jeff muttered.
"Oh, you know you're the first one I would pick," Shawn smiled, leaning up against Jeff. "But I wasn't sure how Matt would react."
"Matt? What does he have to do with it?" Jeff asked.
"Well, he is your older brother, most likely very protective of you. I didn't want him to come after me and try to kill me for being with you," Shawn smiled sweetly, batting his eyes at Jeff. "He might think I'm the one who corrupted you in the first place."
"Yeah, I don't think so," Jeff shook his head, trying not to laugh at Shawn's antics.
"Am I not good enough to corrupt you?" Shawn scoffed.
Jeff shook his head. "Sorry, Shawn. Someone else caught my eye before you ever had a chance to corrupt me."
"Oh, who was it?" Shawn tried to look offended that he hadn't been the one to catch Jeff's eye in the beginning, but was unable to hide his smile.
"I'm not telling."
Shawn gave him the best puppy dog eyes he could muster. "But I thought you and I were together in this."
Jeff merely shook his head as Jericho laughed.
"So, you would rather be with him, then me?" Rey pouted, trying not to smile.
"Aw, Rey," Shawn left Jeff to go back to Rey's side. Taking Rey back into his arms, Shawn said, "You know I'd never leave you."
"Well, look at that. That must be a new record of some kind. He breaks up with Rey, hooks up with me, and then leaves me to go back to Rey in a span of, lets say, 15 seconds," Jeff mused, smiling at the two in front of him.
"You're right. Guess that means Shawn is a man whore," Jericho laughed.
"Guess I am," Shawn smiled. "But Rey's so irresistible."
"And there goes my lunch," Hunter said from behind Jeff and Jericho. The four of them turned to see Hunter and Edge standing there, both giving the group a funny look.
"How can you lose your lunch? You haven't had breakfast yet," Shawn smiled at Hunter.
"It's an expression," Hunter shook his head.
"Speaking of lunch, what's on the menu?" Edge asked.
Hunter looked over at Edge. "Leave it to you to change the topic to food."
"You started it. Besides, I'm hungry and I didn't get my breakfast like I had planned," Edge said in his defense.
"What do you want then?" Rey asked. "Shawn can cook you up something."
"What do you got?" Edge asked Jeff, ignoring the look Shawn was giving Rey at having been volunteered to do the cooking.
"Whatever's in the fridge," Jeff answered.
"You don't know what is in your fridge?" Hunter said, his brow raised slightly at the younger man.
"No. Last time I went shopping was to gather supplies for the party." Jeff replied, shrugging his shoulders. "I hadn't been thinking of stocking up on regular food."
"Oh goodie," Edge smiled, walking over to begin rummaging through the fridge and cupboards.
Hunter shook his head. "You are one strange kid."
"Hey," Edge said, looking at Hunter over the fridge door. "I thought I had told you not to call me kid any more."
"When did you say that?"
"Last night, remember."
"Nope," Hunter shook his head. "You didn't say anything like that last night."
"Yes, I did," Edge protested, closing the fridge door.
"No, you didn't. You asked me why I called you kid but you never asked me to stop."
"I was sure that I . . ." Edge stopped, realizing that Hunter was right. "I had meant to," he continued. "But I got distracted."
"By what?" Shawn asked innocently.
"By," Edge bit his lower lip. "By the party going on down here."
"Oh, I thought the party upstairs would have been more interesting," Shawn said.
"Both were fun, actually," Edge said before he could think better of it.
"Oh, so there was a party upstairs between the two of you," Shawn smirked.
Hunter rolled his eyes. "You're not going to leave this alone, are you?"
Shawn shook his head, smiling. "Nope."
"Hey, if he couldn't leave those two alone," Rey said, nodding toward Jeff and Jericho. "He'll never leave you alone."
"Why would he be bugging those two?" Edge asked, confused.
"It doesn't matter," Shawn smiled. "And quit trying to change the subject."
Jeff shook his head as Shawn and Hunter argued back and forth. "I'm going back to bed."
"But it is 11:00 in the morning," Jericho said, confused. "Why would you be going back to bed?"
"Because, all this arguing is making me tired," Jeff explained.
"Oh?"
"Yeah, so, it's back to bed for me. I'm used to quiet mornings," Jeff stopped at the foot of the stairs, brow furrowed. "No, scratch that. Matt usually comes to wake me up if I sleep in too late," he paused to look at the clock, "I'm surprised he's not here yet actually."
"Hello? Jeff, are you awake yet?" Matt's voice echoed from the front of the house.
"Speak of the devil," Jeff pouted slightly. "Right on time as usual. Guess I won't be going back to bed now."
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A/N: There, all done. Hope you enjoyed that, I did.